[Its been roughly a week since he'd last spoken to Rey -- it was somewhat cathartic, to be able to sit and think on what they had learned. It didn't take a radar technician to know that they were missing pieces to the puzzle, and those pieces would be found in the Empire of the Crashing Wave.
As a man used to hyperspace travel rather than travel on foot, he hadn't imagined the journey would last quite this long. On the final day, he finds himself staring out the window at nothing, a progressive irritation creeping up the back of his neck. She was supposed to have contacted him with information once she had gotten inside, or had found something of note. Had she failed? Was she with-holding something, in a moment of regret? Perhaps he could contact her through the magitek -- but then she would grow irritated with him, and claim some nonsense about him being worried for her.
Somewhere in the middle of all those thoughts, he'd turned away from the light of the window to close his eyes and breathe outward. That's when he feels the familiar pressure on the front of his forehead, begging him to open them again --
And there she stands. Perhaps there was something to their theory after all.]
Where are you?
[Its a frustrated demand for information. He does not take the time to understand what she is doing, only vaguely aware that he's interrupted something.]
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As a man used to hyperspace travel rather than travel on foot, he hadn't imagined the journey would last quite this long. On the final day, he finds himself staring out the window at nothing, a progressive irritation creeping up the back of his neck. She was supposed to have contacted him with information once she had gotten inside, or had found something of note. Had she failed? Was she with-holding something, in a moment of regret? Perhaps he could contact her through the magitek -- but then she would grow irritated with him, and claim some nonsense about him being worried for her.
Somewhere in the middle of all those thoughts, he'd turned away from the light of the window to close his eyes and breathe outward. That's when he feels the familiar pressure on the front of his forehead, begging him to open them again --
And there she stands. Perhaps there was something to their theory after all.]
Where are you?
[Its a frustrated demand for information. He does not take the time to understand what she is doing, only vaguely aware that he's interrupted something.]